by Marian Tee
“And that’s why you flew back earlier than planned,” Lace realized.
“When I saw that fucker kiss you, I wanted to kill him. I probably would have if I hadn’t hear you call me Silver...” At her wide-eyed look, he said simply, “You never call me that.” His lips compressed. “And then I saw your eyes, and I knew.”
“M-my eyes?”
Silver’s face became grim at remembered pain. “Even when you were screaming at me, telling me to leave, your eyes...” He exhaled. “Your eyes were crying out for help, and goddammit, you didn’t know...you’ll never know how much I hated myself that time. If I hadn’t been so jealous, hadn’t been so damn worried that you’d find someone better than me, I would have known...” He raked a hand through his hair. “I’m older than you, and the signs were all there to see. I should have known you were in trouble.”
Silver closed his eyes.
Her heart broke.
She knew that look. She knew it very well, because she knew it was what she did, too, when the love inside of her was so much, it was all she could do not to explode with it.
“When I saw that look in your eyes,” Silver said hoarsely as he opened his eyes and looked at her, “I felt like I failed you. Like I had no right to help you at all. That’s why I begged anyone, everyone I knew who could help you...to do what I wasn’t able to do for you.”
And her heart broke again. It broke with every word he said, her heart doing its best to cope with the painful truth.
Silver March loved her, in a way that her heart needed to work hard to catch up to it, needed to learn to be pure enough so she could love him the way he deserved to be loved.
Most of all, her stupid, stupid heart needed to grow until it was big enough to carry Silver’s love and not break under the beauty of it.
“March.” Her voice was uneven.
“Wyndham.” His voice was rough.
“I’m not the girl for you yet...”
Silver whitened.
Lace held his hands. “But...I don’t care.” Shakily, she brought his hands to her lips and kissed his knuckles one by one. “I’m not going to let you go. I’m just going to work hard until I deserve you—-”
Silver tore his hands out of her hold. “Don’t. Don’t make it seem like I’m perfect because I’m not,” he gritted out. “If I were, I would have known you were in trouble from the start.”
She started to answer, but he shook his head. “Enough. Just promise me...if you don’t want me to die an early death, you’ll tell me if you need me?”
She whispered, “Always.”
“Then...if you really mean that...” Silver breathed harshly. “Tell me what did happen from the start.”
A stricken look crossed her face. “March, no—-” Her throat tightened in shame. “Anything but that.”
“If we don’t talk about it now, we’ll never be able to talk about it.”
He cupped her face, and the touch had her jerking.
“Look at me, Wyndham.”
Her tear-blurred gaze slowly found him.
“It’s just the two of us, and nothing else matters. Forget about everything else.” Pressing his lips to her forehead, he said tautly, “I want you to tell me what happened...everything. Don’t hold anything back. And after you tell me, I’m going to comfort you, the way I should have comforted you from the very start.”
Just when Silver thought she would refuse or pull away, he felt it, her hands moving up, fingers curling right above his heart, as if his heartbeat alone gave her strength.
“I thought he was someone I could trust,” Lace whispered.
Her eyes closed as she dove back into the past.
“And I had the silliest reason for it.”
She began to drown, but she didn’t move, didn’t let the waves of pain crashing down on her stop her from speaking.
“His name was Grant, like Grant Hill, and just like that, I trusted him.”
The self-disgust in her voice made Silver wrap his arms around her tightly. “It’s a damn good reason, sweetheart.” He meant every fucking word.
She choked back a teary laugh as she laid her head against his chest. “It’s not, but t-thank you for saying that.”
Squeezing her eyes shut, she continued, “We grew close, and we spent a lot of time together. He said I led him on, but if I did, I never knew I was doing it. I never knew, and by the time I realized what he felt for me, it was too late. He threatened me, and h-he showed me videos...incriminating ones. And one...” She started to cry.
“He saw me naked.”
The agony in her voice flayed him, and cursing under his breath, he dragged her onto his lap. She burrowed into him immediately, clinging to him like she had never clung to him before.
It hurt, it fucking hurt to have his strong little lamb act like she was helpless. “It’s okay now, sweetheart.” He kissed her hair as he rocked her like a baby. “No one’s going to hurt you now. I swear it.”
“He showed it t-to the other guy, and I d-don’t know w-who else saw it...” She cried harder. “But w-what m-made me h-hate myself was when I f-found out t-that because of me, they got hold of something that should have b-belonged to KC alone.”
Hugging her tightly, he whispered tightly, “Trust me, sweetheart. Everything’s under control.” He knew the power of those words, and he used it ruthlessly. He would do everything to stop his little lamb from hurting.
On his lap, Lace was shuddering, fighting for control, fighting to prove that she did trust him.
He forced himself to ask. “Did any of them hurt you while you three were in your room?”
Silence.
“Wyndham...”
Slowly, her voice almost inaudible, she enumerated her injuries that night.
A shove that sent her flying halfway across the room—-
Her head knocked hard against the wall—-
Slaps to her face—-
Silver’s fists tightened, and at that moment, he couldn’t be sure if the day he’d snap and go after those two wouldn’t ever come.
“And the way he kept looking at me,” Lace said sickly. “L-like it was only a matter of time before he would have me...”
She was drowning under the humiliation of it all, remembering how fucking helpless she had felt—-
Over her head, Silver said, “If you had told me this...”
Her breath caught, and even though she knew it was stupid, she couldn’t help thinking he would reject her. After finding out what had happened, he’d realize that she didn’t deserve someone like him.
Their gazes collided.
And she started to cry again, the emotions in Silver’s gaze just too much.
“I’d have told you I’m so damn proud of you, sweetheart.”
Her sobs became uncontrollable.
“They fucking bullied you, terrorized you, but you chose to protect your friend. Even knowing you could lose everything, you chose to trust me.” His lips brushed against her as he whispered, “I’m so damn proud of you, Evangeline Lace Wyndham—-”
She shook her head vehemently, unable to bear hearing him say the words. “I was so d-damn scared—-”
“Being scared doesn’t make you a coward.”
“And I w-was stupid—-”
“You believed he was a nice person. That can’t ever be a wrong thing, little lamb.” His voice gentled. “No matter what you say, it won’t change my mind. You’re the bravest girl I know, and I’ll always love you for it.”
She cried at his words, cried so much it was almost like she wouldn’t ever stop. Throughout it, Silver held her, knowing it was the only thing he could do. Hold her until she stopped crying. Until she forgot. Until she allowed herself to believe he was with her for good.
She didn’t speak for a long while, even after her sobs had completely died. When she did, her voice was hoarse with remnants of fear. “Are we...a-are we really okay now?”
His voice gentle, he told her, “We’ve always been okay.
”
“It’s just...” She choked. “It’s just hard to believe, after e-everything.” She let out a painful laugh. “I’ve a-always thought stuff like that would n-never happen to me, but I g-guess that’s what we think until it r-really does happen.”
His arms tightened around her. “I’m sorry it had to happen, sweetheart.” He tipped her chin up, needing to taste her lips, needing to have her taste his. “All I can promise you is it won’t happen again.”
She nodded against his chest. “I trust you.” One, two, three seconds passed before she begged, “Say something funny, please? I’m just s-so tired of crying.”
He paused. “Don’t ever forget your promise.”
Her head lifted, Lace pushing herself up against his chest. “My promise?”
“You have to tell me if you need me.”
“I will. I would never—-”
“No matter what you think of me, I’m here to protect you.”
Lace’s eyes widened. “I know. I never said—-”
“So...” Silver’s face became solemn. “Don’t treat me like I’m just arm candy.”
Her eyebrows shot up in shock. “What?”
“Or a fuck buddy—-”
She finally realized what he was doing and started laughing. “Oh, March.”
His knuckles grazed her cheek. “I’m your boyfriend, Lace Wyndham, and I’m yours.”
Her touch was just as tender, fingers tracing his lips. “I’m glad for that. You don’t know...” Her voice caught. “You probably won’t ever know how much, and I don’t k-know if I can ever tell you how much. But in case you have any doubts...” Her lips curved in a teary smile. “I’m yours.”
Bad News:
The Things
You Never Want to Hear
Epilogue
“Pervert,” Lace gasped even as she couldn’t make herself stop Silver from what he was doing.
When she was finally naked except for her pair of trainers, Silver stepped back, letting his gaze slowly roam all over her body. His gaze aroused her, like it always did, and she could feel her breasts swelling, its points prickling in awareness as moisture once again gathered between her thighs.
“Turn around slowly.”
The words were more than enough to make her flush from head to toe, but her word was her bond so she couldn’t make herself disobey. Slowly, she turned around, and a gasp escaped her as doing so made her face the mirror.
She froze, her lewd reflection taking her by surprise.
It also made her even wetter, hotter, more desperate—-
Without warning, Silver captured her from behind. He lifted her up, making her gasp, and then she gasped again as he lowered her on his cock. With her hands gripping his biceps and her legs dangling on each side over each arm, she was completely exposed, her pussy spread open like a fully bloomed flower.
He started to move, and she could see his cock entering her inch by inch before pulling back again. It was fascinating and embarrassing at the same time, but for the life of her, Lace couldn’t tear her gaze away from their reflection on the mirror.
She moaned when he started fucking her harder. “Pervert.”
His chuckle tickled the side of her neck. “Am I?”
“Yes, you...are...” Her head fell back as she felt his lips caressing her neck. “For thinking up this type of...punishment...pervert.”
“But,” Silver countered huskily, “you like this kind of punishment, don’t you?” He began to bounce her on his cock.
This position, his cock, her pussy bouncing up and down...
Her eyes rolled back.
Outside, she heard footsteps and voices, louder and louder—-
Her eyes flew open.
Oh my God, it was her boys!
They were coming and—-
Silver laughed.
Nooooooooo.
It really was going to happen.
“Think of it this way,” Silver whispered wickedly into her ear. “You’re lucky you don’t have to fake it.” One quick flip and she was on her feet, bent halfway, and he was sliding back into her from behind as he palmed her breasts and pinched her nipples. “It’s just going to come out naturally—-”
One hand moved down and brushed against her clitoris, making Lace moan.
His thrusts became more forceful, his strokes against her clitoris becoming faster.
Outside, her boys had reached the door, and the knob started to rattle.
She bit her lip hard, doing her best to keep quiet.
“It’s locked,” Lace heard Drew exclaim in surprise. “Did any of you lock it?”
A chorus of “No’s” answered him.
Silver captured her gaze in the mirror. “You really think you can keep yourself quiet?”
She glared at him.
“Ah, little lamb. Why do you keep underestimating me?” With excruciating slowness, he reached for her pussy. His cock slid down, and she didn’t understand what he was about to do until she felt it—-
Her folds expanding, stretching to accommodate his finger.
It was like being fucked twice at the same time, his cock and his finger sliding inside of her—-
When both drove inside of her body, she could no longer keep her pleasure to herself.
Lace screamed.
“The fuck!” Damian roared outside the door.
“Is that...Coach?” Ivan asked.
She couldn’t stop moaning now, even knowing she could be heard. It was just not possible, with the way Silver was fucking her, filling her, possessing her.
As Silver pounded into her, his balls slapping hard against her bottom with each thrust, he managed to rasp out, “Give us five minutes.”
Silence.
And then everyone cursed in Greek.
Or at least she assumed those were curses because she still didn’t understand their language, and no fucking way would she be bothered to learn it.
When Silver started rotating his thumb on her clit, Lace couldn’t stop herself from moaning out loud.
Outside the room, sounds of gagging erupted.
“It’s like hearing your mom have sex,” Vasyl said weakly.
Everyone gagged again.
“Five minutes,” Ivan shouted, banging on the door.
Lace wanted to beg the same thing, but right now, she couldn’t manage to be coherent. All she could do was twist her head around to look at him, begging him with her eyes—-
“When you look at me like that—-”
Silver lifted her up.
A moment later, he was seated on the bench, she was straddling him, and his cock found its way back into her pussy.
“Feed me,” Silver growled.
Trembling, she plumped one breast and rose up, feeding it to him. Another moan escaped as his mouth latched onto her nipple. Silver grabbed her hips and began to lift her up and down his cock.
“P-Please...” The word was finally torn out of her.
“No.” So beautifully dominant, and she couldn’t get enough of it. Of him. Her Silver.
Sucking hard on her nipple, he forced her legs to open more widely before he reached down—-
Her eyes widened.
This time, though, his hand was caressing her bottom, his finger stroking the folds. After a while, she could feel it, one finger slowly caressing her other hole. Her body jerked, her inner muscles contracting around his cock.
The sudden movement had his finger pushing slightly inside her other hole.
“Scream for me, little lamb.”
His finger eased before moving back inside again.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
Outside, everyone gagged.
She wanted to die of embarrassment, but she couldn’t, not right now, not when she was about to die for another reason.
His cock in her pussy and his finger on her hole were finding a rhythm now, both of it penetrating her at the same time.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah.” She lost all sense of shame, and when their
eyes met, she begged, “Don’t stop.”
Silver fisted her hair, turning her around so he could whisper against her lips before kissing Lace, “Never.”
And then he was fucking her so hard on both sides that all she could do was chant his name. It was more than enough to have her boys running away like a ghost was after them.
“Fucking most horrible sound on earth,” Alexio said, his face white as he and the others finally burst out of the gym.
“You think five minutes is enough?” Ivan asked, shuddering.
“Probably not,” Vasyl muttered. “The sounds Coach was making...”
Everyone gagged again.
“Will you fucking shut up and stop using her name?” Damian growled. “It’s just going to make us imagine...”
And they did imagine.
This time, they all turned away simultaneously, retching for real.
The End
Author's Note
14 April 2020
Hello once again, and I hope everyone's safe and healthy, wherever you guys may be while reading this. Per usual, I'm writing this from my bedroom, and as of time of writing, we've already been under quarantine for exactly a month (we started March 15) now.
Our medical experts say that we're mostly succeeding in containing the virus and flattening the curve, but it's early days yet and so we all need to remain vigilant. Here in the Philippines, there's serious danger of people dying of hunger since we're a Third World country. It hasn't happened yet - and I've been monitoring the news regularly - but it could happen, and that's why we're donating what we can.
There's this Facebook group I'm in, for instance, where beneficiaries simply ask for a small amount of money just so they could buy milk and diapers for their kids or groceries to see them through until next week.
It's not an easy life for many, but we do what we can to help, and honestly it's why I'm thankful to all of you who have spared a few moments of your precious time and resources reading my work. Right now, the best I can do is to enroll my works in Kindle Unlimited, both new and republished ones, to keep the costs down for my readers. I also set them a couple days free at a time.
Thank you very much again. Every time you guys tell me that my books have made you smile or temporarily forget your troubles - that's what keeps me going, too, and I find myself trying harder even though sometimes my social anxiety gets in the way and paralyzes my ability to write.